Artistic Visions

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Today I posted a story at Sidelineland, telling the fictional story of a homoerotic wrestling confrontation between Aussies Hugh Jackman and Daniel Goddard.  It was co-written by me and Shodaime, and we’re awfully pleased with it, if we do say so ourselves.

Daniel Goddard was Shodaime’s must-have!
However, for me the most fascinating piece of the story “Gold Coast” is about the journey to get it written.  Shodaime approached me with the nugget of an idea.  It was hot and full of potential. He’s a major Daniel Goddard fan, so Daniel’s role was a no-brainer.  But I should have known that this was going to be an atypical writing project for me when we were already having to negotiate over who Daniel’s opponent would be.  We auditioned several potential hunks, with Shodaime pulling one way and me pushing another.  Daniel Goddard probably wouldn’t have been my first choice to star in this scenario, and Hugh Jackman certainly wasn’t Shodaime’s first choice, but we came to an amiable compromise and proceeded.
Bard’s boy for any occasion: Hugh Jackman
I think this project took right around 10 months, on and off, to complete! Much of that duration was spent with a couple of major life transitions for me completely distracting me from the task at hand.  Getting a knew job and moving across the country sort of puts a lot of other stuff on the backburner, and Shodaime was totally upstanding and understanding about my part of the long haul to get this piece written.
Daniel’s hot bod spends a good deal of time on his back in this match
But the creative process itself, I have to say, was a marathon wrestling match all on its own! It wasn’t as if Shodaime and I were ever just on totally different pages.  If that were the case, we might have just called the project quits and went our separate ways.  No, the creative differences were typically shades of gray rather than black or white.  There was my tunnel-visioned focus on a particular story arc.  There was Shodaime’s (some might say) obsession with selecting just the right visual aids to accompany the text (seriously there are nearly 60 pics embedded in this baby!!!).
Hugh makes sure that this is a rip ‘n strip match
I didn’t tell Shodaime this (until now), but there were a couple of times he sent me back suggested revisions to the storyline that nearly made me call the whole thing off.  But again, it wasn’t because his suggestions were so out of left field.  It was just that seemingly every step required an arm wrestling match between us to sort out moment by moment what would transpire when you get Daniel Goddard and his Beastmaster-physique into a professional wrestling ring with Hugh Jackman and his Wolverine-physique, piss them both off really royally, and lock the doors.
Daniel has some fun with Hugh’s power packed physique and raging ego
I’m thrilled to report that we finished the project and have both agreed on the precise format and details which I posted to the Sidelineland group this morning.  While this is technically “celebrity homoerotic wrestling” and thus might seemingly qualify for the Producer’s Ring group, I was adamant that it didn’t fit the Producer’s Ring universe.  Those familiar with the genre will note that never, ever in the Producer’s Ring will you read about a film producer as weak, anxious, or physically out of shape as appears in Gold Coast (hell, my producer’s are always fitness models!).
Hugh wipes something sticky off his lower lip
But as is always the case with co-authoring, this story pushed me to see things differently, to share a vision with another wrestling kink fanatic, and to wrestle this match to the mat.  Shodaime, it was without a doubt a pain in the ass working with you… and I’m incredibly glad that we did it!

And I quote, "Masks are for losers!"

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Briefly known as York
I don’t often bother with “spoiler alerts,” but for what it’s worth, here’s one for you.  I’m about to identify one of the masked-unmasked wrestlers in BG East’s latest release in the Masked Mayhem series.  Should you be terribly heartbroken to learn the name of the wrestler appearing as “Yorik” in the first match on this DVD, turn away now. But a word to the wise, if you actually buy the DVD, you’ll know who this hot and hairy stud is within seconds. Still turned off by the idea of knowing the secret identity of Yorik? Click here now.
Silver Eagle hangs hot and sweaty Yorik out to dry like the laundry!

Before I venture into my thoughts about the pseudonymous Yorik, let me take a moment to appreciate his masked opponent, Silver Eagle.  Wowza! Sweet, juicy ass.  Seriously packed package. Big, strong, and deceptively fresh on the scene.  I like this guy. Quite a bit.  His opening salvo on “Yorik” is fucking hot and powerful.  Normally I throw up just a little in the back of my mouth when I see a wrestler decked out so blatantly appealing to patriotic fervor, but when this bubble-butted hero slaps Yorik dismissively in the face and kicks him when he’s down, I have to admit, I’m turned on.  I’ll pull out my superhero/military man fantasies for him if Silver Eagle is down with getting nasty, mean, and engaging in totally unnecessary roughness and hot domination!

Patriotism is knocked on its ass!

I swear I’m convinced the out-of-nowhere flag-draped rookie is going to be the star of this show, absolutely having his way with the hairy badboy in black.  But that big, blue package of his is just such a target!  Swing that thing too often in a heel’s face and he’ll knock the air right out of your lungs with a punch where it hurts the most.  And that’s just what happens to Silver Eagle.  And even more astonishing, his opponent schoolboy pins the patriot and then peels of his own mask, revealing that he’s none other than tidal wave rising heel, Morgan Cruise!

Too handsome and terrifying to put a mask on it!

There’s so much that veers off the track in this Masked Mayhem match that it leaves me dizzy.  First and foremost is the fact that Morgan unmasks himself within minutes of the match starting, and from that point forward beats the living shit out of his formerly unstoppable red, white, and blue boy opponent.  The masked wrestler gimmick (said lovingly) is iconically exactly the opposite of that.  The wrestler is somehow superhumanly powerful cloaked in anonymity.  He’s darker, more mysterious.  His depths are untested and unknown behind his disguise, and so his threat is magnified.  Its when a wrestler is unmasked that he reverts to his mere mortal shell again.  Unmasked, his inexhaustible strength evaporates.  His forced exposure humiliates him, and he’s left at the mercy of the man who remains a mystery behind his mask still securely laced about his head.

Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!

Morgan turns that meme on it’s head, growing three times stronger and infinitely more terrifying unmasked than he was as “Yorik.”  The heroic big hero Silver Eagle doesn’t know what the hell hit him as the minutes tick by, as Morgan kicks that gorgeous, metallic blue ass of his from a dozen different angles.

Morgan writes his own script across the bashed body of Silver Eagle

The match itself flies in the face of an icon of professional wrestling: the power of the masked wrestler. Morgan rewrites the book with his dripping, hot bod hammering all over Silver Eagle like there’s nothing but a rookie in way over his head under that shiny fabric laced to his face.

Morgan displays the rookie’s best side!

The reversal of the fixtures of masked wrestling is astonishing, captivating, and somehow that much more dangerous and suspenseful.  But Morgan Cruise fans will not be surprised when I report that the cruise-missile heel rising cannot stop his mouth from running.  And I swear to you, what comes out of his mouth makes me think that the foundations of BG East are seriously shaking at this very moment. Morgan explains that he hates masks.  He boasts that his reputation is twice as terrifying as any mask.  He’ll never wear a mask (again, presumably), because 1) he’s too handsome, and 2) people know and fear his face, so why would he want to cover that up!?  But then Morgan goes one step farther, one more step that made me gasp.  “Masks are for losers!” he snarls.

Morgan makes the masked man “the loser”

Holy fuck, did I just hear that right!?  We already knew that Morgan Cruise has got balls, but really!? He comes onto the Masked Mayhem series, a storied and highly popular genre, and disrespects the entire format?!  This is just match #1 on this DVD, mind you, so this is the first act to two more rip-roaring masked mayhem battles starring no fewer than three former homoerotic wrestlers of the month around these parts.  I’m desperately aching to know what any one of the other masked wrestlers on this DVD have to say in response to the coldly calculating call-out of the likes of Cage Thunder and The Enforcer!

To quote Big Bird after the Presidential Debate: Shit just got real!

There’s no mistaking that Morgan is a planner.  I don’t believe for a second that this was some off the cuff nastiness that he’ll walk back like a Republican Presidential candidate who’s just won the primary race.  Has Morgan Cruise just stepped over the line?  Is he out of control!? Or even more provocatively, is there a seasoned veteran who’s going to put the heel pup on his back, or is Morgan Cruise writing the rules now?  Wow.  Just… wow!

A Very Karismatic Birthday

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Kid Karisma is begging for a spanking!
Not so long ago on this day of the year, a bouncing, baby Kid Karisma was born into the world. My, oh my, didn’t he grow up well!!!?
Kid K knows what you’re looking at!
The birthday boy has owned the top spot in my favorite homoerotic wrestler rankings for quite a while now, in no small part due to his birthday greeting to me a few months back.  The karismatic one extremely considerately assured me that, were I within reach, he’d spank my ass raw in honor of the special occasion.  Now that’s what I call a birthday wish!

Go ahead. I dare you.  Spank it.

An incredibly generous friend of this blog, Kid K has fueled the fantasies of neverland readers not only with his astonishingly hot homoerotic wrestling resume, but also with his generous sharing of candid behind-the-scenes pics of the partying that he and the other BG East wrestlers get up to after they’ve sorted out who’s on top in the ring and on the mat.

You know you wanna… go ahead and try it…

Kid K is a favorite around these parts not only for his excellent PR skills, of course.  His wrestling thrills me to core.  The same irreverent, justifiably cocky attitude that comes through in my interview with him is evident in every single match. He’s out to have fun… always… and the fact that he gets a kick out of stalking, taking down, dominating and humiliating his opponents is just a happy coincidence for you and me.

Kid K’s idea of a good time (my idea of a heavenly time!)

I wish there was more, and more varied, personality in homoerotic wrestling in general.  It’s a relatively rare wrestler who gives more than a snarl and an oddly fragile ego desperately in need of defense.  The wrestlers who break that mold tend to be the ones who grab my attention and rise in the ranks of my favorites, and Kid Karisma obliterates “the mold” every time he appears on camera.  I think every Kid K match I’ve seen includes him laughing… not a villainous, self-congratulatory stage laugh, but a genuinely amused laugh as some moment in the match actually tickles him.  Sure, the humorous moment is almost always at the expense of his opponent’s dignity, but my point stands.  Kid K is having a good time, whether he’s planting his world class ass on some lucky bastard’s face or making some gorgeous stud whimper like a baby with his head trapped between Kid K’s rugby-built quads.

A bubble-muscle-butt in a class of it’s own!

Oh, yeah, and then there’s that ass!  I swear I have to restrain myself from waxing poetic about Kid Karisma’s superhuman glutes in order to talk about anything else.  In my interview with him, Kid K admitted that his ass is, by far, his most appreciated feature.  He also clarified, should some severely myopic critic fail to recognize his incredible level of fitness from head to toe, that those glutes are 100% muscle!

Art.
My birthday wish for Kid Karisma is that someone is slapping that world class ass mercilessly, precisely 26  times, plus one to grow on before today is done.  To any of his personal friends out there, I’ll pay money for a pic of a bright red handprint pounded 27 times on one of those fantastic cheeks!
Rugby, wrestling, triathlon training… it does a body good!

I also hope today brings the birthday boy a lot of love, happiness, and a healthy dose of full contact erotic combat to top him off.  And yet again let me just put it out there: if ANYONE has a rumored pic of our favorite freckle-faced, red-headed muscle stud passed out oh-so-vulnerably after a night of partying with wild abandon, contact me immediately.  We need to talk.

All the evidence of a life well lived!

I know for a fact that Kid Karisma occasionally reads this blog.  He doesn’t strike me as the sort of hunk that needs a lot of ego stroking or fawning adoration (which, I’m the first to admit, is exactly what my comments about him generally qualify as).  But rather, he seems to genuinely appreciate his fans, and he holds a genuine appreciation for just how hot homoerotic wrestling can be for those of us so inclined.

The birthday boy knows that you like!
So if you’ve got a birthday wish you’d like to pass along, you might consider leaving it in a comment below.  I’ll make sure Kid Karisma gets the word that there are a whole lot of us who would like it to be known that we’re awfully, awfully happy that he’s in the world and doing exactly what he does best!
God bless America!

Happy Birthday, Kid Karisma!

Shock and Awe

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In the past few days, I’ve posted a couple of new stories in the Sidelineland homoerotic wrestling fiction group.  First, there’s an incredibly sweet and sexy story by Jobberinnyc entitled “Build a Better Jobber Trap.”  The writing is excellent, the scenario is so, so hot, and I’ve got a major crush one one of these boys in particular (you can take a guess which one).  Jobberinnyc didn’t post any visual aids, but here’s how I picture this threesome of collegiate wrestling-kinked roomies…

The titular “Jobber”
The narrator is a 5’10”, 150 pound skinny college senior whose life-changing stroke of luck was to get assigned to room with…
The muscle monster roomie: Andy
… 6’4″, 265 pound muscle monster, Andy, during their sophomore year.  It apparently didn’t take the roomies long to realize that Andy’s lust to be muscle worshipped was perfectly matched to his twink-roomie’s raging kink to worship muscle!  The boys scratch each other’s itches and go into together to rent an off-campus apartment.  To help make ends meet, they take on a third roomate, Stephen, whose wrestling team buddies refer to as “Colt.”
Wrestling stud/technician: Colt

Colt is about 5’9″, 180 pounds.  Jobberinnyc describes him “as sleek, fast, and strong as a small horse.” He wasn’t aware of his roommates’ extracurricular activities until he skipped physics class and came home to find them in a full-body muscle worship session.  “He was shocked for about 2 seconds… and then he joined in.”  So that’s just the background to Build a Better Jobber Trap.  Needless to say, three distinct bodies, three distinct skill sets, and one dizzyingly sexy wrestling story go straight to the heart of homoerotic wresting kink!

Threesome’s Adam

The second story I posted was a sequel to the drama “Threesome” that Bearhugs and I co-wrote almost two years ago.  Readers may remember that the protagonist in Threesome, Adam, was a staffer for one of the most prominent social conservative politicians in Washington, DC.  He led a double life, by day a foot soldier for “family values,” and by night a hardbodied horn-dog prowling the gay clubs in the outskirts of DC.  It all caught up with him when he met “the threesome,” who thought they were just teaching him a lesson in humility, but stumbled across his double-life along the way.  In the sequel I just posted, we meet another DC conservative champion of personal responsibility and all things heteronormative.

Fictional Congressman Darren Babcock (model Kamil Nicalek)

He’s a handsome studpuppy freshman congressman who immediately made all of the “most eligible” lists the moment he arrived in DC.

The congressman covers fitness rags

When he began showing up on the covers of fitness magazines, it became abundantly clear that the freshman congressman was not only a handsome devil, he was also a hardbodied muscle stud that made all the sexually frustrated housewives back in his home district crazy with lust.

The congressman is up for a high-stakes wrestling rendezvous

The congressman, like Adam, has a little secret, though. Actually, it’s the same secret.  And out and about prowling the gay clubs for the choicest ass in the nation’s capital, who should he stumble upon and get a hankering for but Adam.  Adam doesn’t exactly play hard to get, but as soon as he gets the congressman home, there’s a whole lot that gets hard fast.  The congressman isn’t a wrestling kinkster to start with, but with a little challenge and all-in stakes on the table, he takes to a sex-stakes best of three falls with his nightly conquest like a veteran.  In fact, he gives Adam everything he can handle and more!  All those countless hours honing that fitness coverboy bod (and some high school wrestling in his background) make the congressman a shockingly competitive opponent for Adam.

The congressman never guessed how hard wrestling would turn him on!

Covers are blown. Loads are blown.  There are some intensely painful moments of truth between the two incognito values warriors.  Some might think that they see some resemblance to real-life, equally hard-to-believe characters populating Washington, DC these days.  I assure you, any similarities are entirely coincidental.  No high-profile fitness mag cover boys who vote anti-gay yet are rumored to be afterhours mo’s while on the federal payroll as elected officials from the heartland were the basis for this story.  Any suggestion that I borrowed from any real life characters for this piece of total fiction would leave me in complete Shock.

Not a member of the Sidelineland homoerotic wrestling fiction group?  Sign up to read the archives, give the authors your feedback, and to share your own pieces of original homoerotic wrestling fiction!  Thanks JobberinNYC for a hot contribution!

Far from Rookie

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Self-described “Speedo Wrestling King” Cameron Mathews

At the very end of my interview with Cameron Mathews in August he mentioned that he was planning on opening a new website for fans to get more of him.  He dropped me a note last night to let me know that he’s now officially up and posting.  All Cam fans and even those who aren’t yet will want to check this out, because not only does CameronWrestler.com offer behind the scenes insights into the life of the hardest working hunk in wrestling (check out that travel schedule!!!), he’s offering one-stop shopping for some of the sexiest homoerotic wrestling holiday gifts I’ve ever heard of.  Cam is ready to deliver a “Pro vs. Joe” private match, and he’s got such sweet testimonials to share from very satisfied customers!  He’ll do “custom” matches for you, and I’m just saying here and now, get it line, bitches, because I’ve got something in mind that involves another former homoerotic wrestler of the month and regular chart-topping favorite of mine!  And you can even get him on the line for a fee, for which I’m sure he’s worth every last penny.

Our first introduction to Cameron at BG East (NICE to meet you!)

However, I’m particularly fascinated by his offer to sell his “VARSITY” trunks that he wore in his BG East debut against the living legend and object of endless speculation, Brad Rochelle.

Cameron was oh-so-YOUNG and innocent-looking back then.  This was precisely one of the greatest assets he brought to Contract 5: Rooked.  He looked so painfully babyfaced, so poignantly angelic and adolescent, that poor, poor Brad didn’t seriously have a clue just how dangerous Cam already was in the ring.

Those trunks were squeezed between such a gorgeous rock and a sexy hard place!

Cam’s offering to sell the trunks for $175.  I seriously think there should be a bidding war, because I bet he could get, and deserve, more.  Just take a look at that legendary ass of his packed so pleasingly into them!

Squeezed against Brad’s hot bod, Cameron soaked his trunks with sweat!

Of course, it was his ass that was the surprise star of the show.  I remember scarfing up everything I could get of Contract 5 for another whiff of the alluring scent of fantasyman par none Brad Rochelle, only to be gasping out loud at the mega-star power packed into the trunk end of Cam’s trunks.  It takes a lot to make me tear my eyes off of Brad Rochelle, mind you.  Cameron, and those trunks of his, were up to that task!

Brad got a close-up view of Cameron’s bulging trunks.

Again, between what was packed inside of them and the opponent whose face was shoved up against them, perhaps the Smithsonian should consider putting in a bid on this storied little piece of fabric!

All these years later, and Cameron just gets sexier and sexier!

Between you and me, I’m infatuated with Cameron’s more “mature” body these days in a way his rookie-rising bod from those many years ago didn’t capture me as much.  He’s looking like such the muscleboy these days, and that, paired with the same babyface as always (with occasional scruff to remind you he definitely needs to shave) is a fantastic combination.

Brad made Cameron and those trunks work!

So Christmas is just 82 days away.  I know of at least one homoerotic wrestling fanatic and blogger who would squeal like an 11-year old girl to find Cam’s Varsity trunks underneath the tree.  Get the bidding started, boys, and tune into CameronWrestler.com regularly to stay fully abreast of the babyface battler that we’ve watched grow up before our very eyes!

Brad used those trunks the way homoerotic wrestling gear was meant to be used!
(And because I’m just too subtle, let me clarify: I’m the one who’d scream like an 11-year old girl to find Cameron Mathews trunks under the tree 82 days from now!)
The merchandise is sweet from every angle!
Even the Boss gives that ass a big thumbs up!

Homoerotic Wrestler of the Month

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Time flies, and handsome muscle stud Cratos is already being ushered off the throne as reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month to make room for the hot hunk who scratched my itch most satisfyingly in a wrestling match released in the month of September.  Nominees include the rookie teen hotties Josh Steel and Brodie Fisher for their “Muscle Teen Scuffle” at Rock Hard Wrestling, as well as muscle hunk veterans and both former homoerotic wrestlers of the month, Zack Johnathan and Jake Jenkins for their RHW battle, “Tortured.”  I’m nominating Thunder’s Arena’s boys Austin Wolf and Hooper for Mat Rats 21 (check Monday’s post for why), as well as Lance Romance and Python for Mat Rats 24.  Of course BG East’s catalog 95 floods the field with a ton of contenders.  Instantly competitive among the BGE offerings are former HWOTM Denny Cartier and Alexi Adamov for their work in Leopard’s Lair 4, Z-Man (again!) for his work in Hunkbash 13, as well as both Diego Diaz and Stone Cold Kirby Stone on that same DVD.  Cage Thunder and Enforcer (both former HWOTMs) earn nods for their matches on Masked Mayhem 10,  and another pair of former HWOTMs, Jake Jenkins (again!) and Jonny Firestorm get nominations from me for Jobberpalooza 12: The Works.  Finally, I’m nominating a recurring fantasy man, Britboy Rob Chandler, for his all-in wrestling in Motel Madness UK: Sexfight. What a bumper crop of homoerotic wrestling gems to pick from!  As is so often the case, I’m torn… back and forth between several gorgeous wrestlers who’ve made me have to replenish my stock of lube in September. If I have to just pick one, which is usually my self-discipline, I’ll beg for forgiveness from the runners-up and give my nod to…

This is Denny’s second grab at the ring, having worked me hard back in December 2010 for his oh-so-beautiful “welcome” of Attila Dynasty to the world of BG East wrestling.  Denny’s re-ascendancy to my monthly favorite status occurs for his essentially 3 distinct matches in Leopard’s Lair 4: Denny’s Double Duty.  Let me just state up front and as adamantly as possible: I think Denny is absolutely and unqualified a stunningly gorgeous specimen.  That said, I also feel the need to say that his two opponent’s in Leopard’s Lair 4 are unquestionably “prettier.”

Alexi “punishes” (!?) Denny in the ring

Alexi Adamov, in particular, is just about as pretty as I’ve ever seen Alexi, and Alexi fans know just how pretty we’ve seen this dizzyingly handsome hottie.  Alexi “deserves” the homoerotic wrestler of the month award for the depth of his resume and particular gorgeousness in this, his latest release; however, it says something that with the stunning visual beauty of Alexi in the ring, my eyes were glued to the fantastically suffering Denny!

The worse Denny suffers, the bigger Alexi smiles

Denny sails with an even keel.  I’m not sure if we’ve ever heard him really toot his own horn (which is an activity I’d be happy to do in person anytime he needs it).  He’s a cool character, quietly confident in his fantastic depth of mat skill to make anybody, even a 6’1 inch Russian muscle hunk, have to work his ass off to avoid getting used and abused by Denny’s speed, strength, flexibility and awesome awareness of his own body.

Denny is laid waste by the gorgeous Russian

It may be a toss-up as to which of Denny’s opponents own him worse in Leopard’s Lair 4.  Alexi absolutely launches Denny into the stratosphere, again and again.  When they’re both on the mat, Denny puts the beautiful, big boy to his back and makes him cry a couple of times, but holy shit, Alexi works out some major frustration on Denny’s sweeeeeetly suffering bod.

Denny garroted

The big Russian’s completely unnecessary roughness is fantastically hot.  For example, Alexi unwinds one of his wrist straps to choke Denny.  He doesn’t need to do this at that point in the match.  It provides no strategic advantage.  It’s just fucking brutal, sadistic, and Alexi is absolutely loving doing whatever the hell he wants to do with Denny’s bod!

Aryx’s got Denny where I want him!

When Aryx Quinn gets Denny to the ring in their head-to-head, the results are pretty much the same, even if the means are different.  Alexi totally outmuscles Denny, while Aryx is the classic, nasty heel he always is.  Denny takes a double-helping of bashing between the two of these boys that drives me insane with lust for him.  He’s one seriously tough little mother fucker who I just can’t get enough of!

Denny “in his natural habitat”

However, the tipping point in my mental deliberations leading me to give Denny the title is really the mat tussle he has with Aryx before he heads upstairs and gets his hot ass handed to him on a platter.  He absolutely owns Aryx in the mat room!  Unleashing every amateur skill, of which he has a seemingly inexhaustible arsenal, he plays Aryx like a maestro.  He takes the notorious bad boy down at will.  When Aryx starts to take it personally, Denny begins to not just take him down, but hold him there, humiliating him more and more, making him squeal a little.  Aryx is the royal dick he always is (and for which he has a billion fans!), but for me and what strokes my kink, it’s the moment Denny starts to taunt him that sends me into overdrive.  He flexes over top of wailing Aryx.  He crows and preens, soaked in sweat, absolutely dominating the pretty pretty pornboy like a school yard bully.

Denny makes Aryx his bitch

I’ve said to the boys at BG East that if ever Denny seriously dips into the dark side and stays there, he’s going to give even the likes of Kid Karisma a run for his money when it comes to owning my slack-jawed loyalty.  That glimpse he gives on the mat, flexing his biceps over a cowering, impotent, humiliated Aryx, sneering and taunting, doing push-ups on Aryx’ pecs, growing just a little inebriated on his own physical power and mastery of his opponent’s overinflated ego, makes it completely impossible for me to keep my hands off.

On the mat, Denny annihilates Aryx!

For the range, the endurance, the buckets of sweat, that sweet ass, that dimpled chin, those luscious pecs, and the supreme and well-founded confidence in his mastery of the art of mat wrestling and his mastery of narcissist muscle stud Aryx, and especially for that double bicep, growling and preening, Denny Cartier joins the elite of the elite as a two-time homoerotic wrestler of the month!

Two-time homoerotic wrestler of the month: Denny Cartier

He like it! He like it!

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5’8″, 155 lbs Hooper faces Austin Wolf(‘s nipples)

There’s a whole lot of inevitability in Thunder’s Arena’s Mat Rats 21.  Then again, I have to say, there’s one BIG surprise that catches me off guard and infatuates me just a bit.   5’8″ Hooper strolls onto the mat and boldly stares up at 6’4″, 235 lbs, Austin Wolf.  “So, Austin,”Hooper snarls, “just because you’re big, I’m not scared of you at all!”  Austin sneers, looking way, way down his nose at Hoop. “Huh, little man? Sure?”  Hoop stands defiantly, nose to nip.  “You think you’re good lookin’!? I’m right there with you. I can take you!” Hoop boasts, but the ‘oh-fuck’ grin on his face gives away the fact that he’s scared shitless.

Austin: “Do you like that?”  Hooper: “Yeah!”
Perhaps the key to this improbable confrontation is Hoop’s early answer to one key question Austin asks as he quickly holds Hoop helplessly upside down in an inverted bear hug. Austin’s face is sandwiched sweetly between Hoop’s thighs, but there’s no danger there.  If the kid were to try something stupid, he’d end up dropped on his head like an infant George W.  But when Austin asks him, “Do you like that!?,” almost instantly, apparently sincerely, Hoop grunts out, “Yeah!”  Sure, at first I think it’s macho bluster.  But then again…
That’s what all those muscles are for!!!

Austin’s gorilla press is visually stunning.  All that incredibly hot muscle has to work to keep Hoop’s flailing body balanced overhead.  The studly giant grunts.  His upper lip curls even as the corners of his mouth turn down in grimaced concentration.  Suddenly, he let’s the “little man” roll off his fingertips and plummet the 8 or so feet to the mat as the giant strolls forward, staring cockily into the camera.  Hoop wails like a wounded animal, clutching his ribs.  Without an ounce of mercy, Austin immediately presses one knee into the middle of Hoop’s back and yanks the little hunk’s arms backward.  The gasping pain that rushes out of Hoop’s mouth is fucking hot, but not as hot as the bulging muscles of his trapped arms locked behind him and the rippled, ripped torso of the bearded beast owning him.  Austin pries Hoop off the mat all the way back to his sternum.   “Did you like that!?” Austin repeats.  Hoop doesn’t answer this time, except for guttural cries of anguish.

Austin ties up Hoop like a bow on a Christmas present
Austin wraps his big, meaty paws around Hoop’s throat and easily hoists the kid way, way, way off his feet yet again.  Hoop hangs in mid-air from the visually stunning choke, until Austin slowly bends his elbows, lowering Hoop’s face to within an inch of his own, displaying truly astonishing and incredibly hot power.  “Do you like that, huh?!”he demands.
Just a little later, Austin’s reverse bearhug displays Hoop’s bulge beautifully, and I’d swear, if this wasn’t Thunder’s Arnea, that the “little man” was sprouting wood.  Let’s just say he’s just that fucking big to start with and let that thought simmer on the backburner as the catchweight brutality continues.  “Don’t know what they were thinking, sending me this little boy,” Austin mutters, stroking his massively peaked right bicep appreciatively.  Some parts may be relatively little, but then again…
But Austin, do you like that?!
Hoop is flat-footed and looks like a tidal wave is about to break on top of him as he lets Austin scoop him up and rack him across his massive shoulders.  “Do you like that!?” Austin asks yet again, prying Hoop sideways around his neck like bending a steel bar, which of course he could.  That huge bulge in Hoop’s trunks presses against Austin’s ear.  I swear it’s bigger than just 30 seconds earlier, but this is Thunder’s so let’s just say I miscalculated his dimensions before.  He’s just that big.  Austin makes sure Hoop gets the point that the kid’s fist pounding into the muscled wall of Austin’s upper abs is completely ineffective.  When that point’s proven, he rolls the kid off and sends Hoop crashing once against to the mat way down below.

Hoop slides Austin’s legs into position.
Austin’s leg scissors makes Hoop squirm like a worm.  “Do you like that? Yeah!?” Austin asks him intently.  “How does that feel?”  Hoop’s ripped torso looks so, so hot trapped between those massive legs!  “Like it?” Austin demands to know.  “No!” Hoop finally responds.  I’m not convinced. The captured kid shoves Austin’s calves down his abdomen, squeezing the giant’s legs lower and lower until they’re pinned just above and pressing down on that aforementioned massive bulge in his trunks.  And then, I swear to god, he stops trying to adjust Austin’s legs.  If this weren’t Thunder’s, I’d swear the kid was intentionally positioning his swelling cock nestled tightly in the crook at the back of his opponent’s knee to enjoy the added friction and pressure.  Austin slaps Hoop’s rock hard abs, demanding the kid’s submission.  That face Hoop makes just doesn’t look like unadulterated agony to me.  I’d swear it was adulterated with a deep, down ecstasy to have Austin so completely in control of him, grinding his crotch into the big man’s lightly hairy legs.  Austin flexes.  Fuck, a man that big, that handsome, and that ripped is a stunning thing to behold!  Hoop squirms more, his hips bucking, grinding the head of his cock against Austin’s calf.  His bulge lodged underneath the giant’s calves make the top of Hoop’s trunks drag down, inch by inch toward the base of his cock, well below his tan line.  
When Austin suddenly shifts position and wraps those incredibly thick thighs around Hoop’s head, I fully expect to see a damp stain on Hoop’s trunks.  But either there isn’t one, or the pattern in the trunks is disguising it.  Either way, as Hoop suddenly twists and arches his freed lower back, the boy’s hefty bulge bounces and quivers.  “I can’t take it!” Hoop growls, his eyes shut, his teeth clenched.  “Mercy!”  Austin makes him give up 7 more times.  “Louder, one more time. Give it to me!” he demands.  Hoop gives it to him, obeying the muscle god into whose mercy he’s fallen.  Austin lets the little man go, flexing his guns to add awe to the kid’s bruised ego.
Do you like that, Hoop?
There’s some quirky camera work around a weird failure of a flying body block, but when the awkward edit is past, it’s worth it.  Hoop is captured across Austin’s right leg in a delightful over-the-knee backbreaker.  Just how tented can the kid’s crotch grow before we just face facts that Hoop’s fucking turned on by being owned by big Austin Wolf!? Hoop’s left hand slides up Austin’s ribs, coming to rest squeezed high up under the giant’s armpit.  “Ugh, I can’t take this!” Hoop groans. “Okay!!!” he cries.  Hoop looks uninterested, not about to care an ounce what the kid says. Then he looks off camera, clearly getting some coaching.  Apparently coach tells him to cut the kid some slack, so he dumps the kid on the mat dismissively and stands up.
They lock up in a collar-and-elbow, pushing against one another in a battle of strength and balance.  Hoop’s heavy load between his thighs swings like a pendulum until Austin easily tosses the kid about five steps backward.

Even Hoop seems unable to take his eyes off of that big bulge!
Another slightly odd flying body block gives the boys their second stab at the choreography intended earlier.  Austin easily catches Hoop in mid-air, holds him a second, and then drops his right knee to the mat, driving the kid’s back down hard across his left thigh this time.  Austin takes a second to position his hands in order to pry Hoop backward, his palms stroking Hoop’s undeniably hot muscle bod.  If this weren’t Thunder’s, I’d swear Austin was intentionally provoking the kid’s masochistic kink.  That bulge is just laying there like a Thanksgiving turkey directly underneath Austin’s chin.

Austin’s hand slides closer and closer to the star of the show.

Austin’s eyes roam up and down the kid’s hot body, unavoidably taking in Hoop’s massive bulge.  Abruptly there’s another slightly awkward edit (check around 10:25). A cut in the camera angle, and abruptly Hoop’s bulge has shrunk!  What’s the opposite of a fluffer?  For me it’s probably a naked woman.  I don’t know what it is for Hoop, but I’m absolutely certain it’s not being manhandled by a 6’4″ muscle god like Austin Wolf!

“Need to baby you a little bit, huh?”
Austin scoops Hoop up off his knee, cradled in his arms.  “Poor baby,” he says, looking into Hoop’s eyes.  “Okay?  Need to baby you a little bit, huh?” He rocks Hoop in his arms humiliatingly.  He holds Hoop’s face close to his, his eyes wide with “concern.”  “Think you’re going to be all right,” he asks, “yeah?”  Dazed and confused, Hoop doesn’t have time to answer.  Austin flings him to the mat and then plants a massive foot across the kid’s face.  “You like that!?”

“You like that!?”

Back on their feet, suddenly Hoop catches Austin by surprise, lifting him off his feet (okay, so an inch and a half are “off his feet”), and then putting him on the mat and locking on a standing head scissors from behind.  Hoop crows and flexes.  “Right here!” he smacks his thighs.  “How does it feel to be the small guy!?” He grabs Austin’s ankles and then rolls backward, spreading the big man’s legs and putting him ass-to-the-ceiling vulnerably.  “Yeah, not so fun being big, huh!?” he taunts.  “Come on, get out of it!  Where are those big muscles now!?”  It could be the hamstring stretch he’s applying, but I have to think it has something to do with the back of Austin’s head resting on the massive bulge in Hoop’s trunks when Hoop asks, “How’s it feel, huh!?”

“Not so fun being big, huh!?”

Austin’s had enough of the kid play.  He muscles free and puts Hoop to his back, shoving the kid’s face in his underarm.  “How do ya like that, huh!?  Who’s got ya now, yeah?  You like being the little man? Yeah?”  As if in answer, when Austin climbs off, the bulge is back.

“Who’s got ya now!?”

The inevitability is that it’s light’s out for cupie doll head Hooper once that cobra squeezes around his throat.  The surprise is that, although this is a complete catch weight squash, there are absolutely 2 big, big men in this match!

Breaking News…

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There’s wildly exciting breaking news happening in the world of homoerotic wrestling.  First of all, BG East’s catalog 95 dropped yesterday.  It always feels a little like Christmas morning when the BG East catalog comes out.   This time around is no exception.  Let’s just run down the front runners for homoerotic wrestler of the month, which is, of course, the list of former homoerotic wrestlers of the month appearing in 95:
Dick Rick looks thrilled to get his hands on gorgeous Z-Man!
The Z-Man has a date with destiny against legit pro heel Dick Rick.  Dick’s expert hands on Z’s perfect physique!? Holy hell…
Cameron Mathews is feeling it as he stretches out lean rookie Ray Naylor
Cameron 2.0 is ripped to shreds and down to his underwear against a ripped, long, lean rookie in Undagear 19.  Damn, Cam’s body rocks, rocks, ROCKS!
The Enforcer muscles golden Maskador into position
Former homoerotic wrestler of the month Enforcer faces off (and clearly is turned on) by a definitely familiar physique in golden muscle stud, Maskador.
Gold Mantis about to be consumed by Cage Thunder
AND former homoerotic wrestler of the month Cage Thunder is on the same collection completely terrorizing a horrified, hardbodied rookie!
Beautiful Denny Cartier digs deep against rival HWOTM alum, Aryx Quinn
Denny Cartier is a former HWOTM appearing twice on Leopard’s Lair 4  (3 times, really, if you count the mat match and ring match against Aryx separately), against fellow former HWOTM, Aryx Quinn and how-has-this-kid-not-been-homoerotic-wrestler-of-the-month Russian muscle god sexy Alexi Adamov!
Former HWOTM Jonny Firestorm does things to fellow former HWOTM Jake Jenkins that must be seen to be believed!
And finally, two former homoerotic wrestlers of the month go toe-to-toe when Jonny Firestorm appears to OWN Jake Jenkins’ luscious body in Jobberpaloozer 12: the Works!
So many stellar studs who’ve already proven that they’ve got the goods to command my lustful loyalty! And that doesn’t even scratch the surface of the depth of wrestling fantasy men in these new releases.  All signs suggest that BG East has put together another barnburner collection of scorching hot wrestling hunks to appeal to the varied and distinguishing tastes of wrestling kink fans!
And in another late breaking news flash, as Joe broke last night, a personal favorite fighter of both his and mine is generating buzz for his brand new fight sponsorship by asking, nay, demanding that everyone buy a shirt (or twenty) that supports his MMA career development.  Like Joe, I’m eager to support this hot young commodity, and like Joe I’ve already ordered my shirt.  You should, too, because there’s a fiercely dangerous young hot-head who you do NOT want to disappoint, waiting and watching for you to purchase one of his merchandise!

The Italian Job

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I’m delighted to report that I have pieces of homoerotic wrestling fiction piling up around me! First off the top of the pile is a sweetly poignant pro-wrestlers-turned-homoerotic-objects-of-lust chapter from Alex’ “AWL” series.  You know the primary protagonist: babyface jobber with a heart of gold and a body of beef, Danny Chase.

Danny seems always just a fraction behind the curve at all times.  I suppose not all professional wrestlers are rocket scientists, though one of my very favorite personal fantasies is when they’ve got the brains to match the brawn.  Danny, however, is more big-hearted than sharp-witted, and events frequently take him by surprise and require him to think on them long and hard before he manages to figure out which end is up.

In this case, the main mystery has to do with his best buddy, Rex Taylor.  You’ll remember it was Rex who introduced Danny to the lucrative side hustle of the “Men’s Wrestling Alliance,” where the hottest pros go to moonlight for the type of guys who get off on the homoeroticism of wrestling (you may be familiar with the concept).

The two new muscle beasts that make this story so delightful are a couple of Italian power houses.  The Italians are brutal, merciless, and built like Roman gods, which is how I like to imagine all Italians are.  When he finds these guys in Rex’ face, Danny can’t figure out what their angle is.  The action reaches the ring (thank god), and there’s something oddly compelling for me about the Italians and their commitment to the “rules of the ring.” Fantastic story again from Alex.  Check it out by signing up for the Sidelineland group, and contribute your own original works of homoerotic wrestling fiction as well!

Cross-Pollinating

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Joe’s post this morning was serendipitous.  As is so often the case, right about the time something occurs to me regarding homoerotic wrestling, Joe has just posted on the topic.  In this case, I was even thinking of the phrase “cross-pollination,” as I reflected on the tempting allure of playing the game “what-if” with the chess pieces of homoerotic wrestlers from different production companies.  Regular readers will be quick to point out that I’ve bemoaned too much of a good thing in the past.  I’ve been quick to complain about “over-exposure” of wrestlers appearing everywhere at once, showing up simultaneously featured in new releases by competing productions.  But if I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times: I see no virtue in constancy, and like so many great men before me, I’m willing to allow that my opinions on important subjects “evolve.”  Whether today’s post is evolution or merely me reveling in my own self-contraditions, only time will tell.  However here’s my theme for today, picking up on Joe’s introduction of the topic of cross-pollination: which brand-loyal (for now) homoerotic wrestlers would I most like to see matched up against each other in cross-production matches?  Considering only the boys who I’ve only seen (or remember) wrestling for one and only one homoerotic wrestling company, here are the dream matches that are making me reconsider the moral good of cross-pollinating wrestlers.

Austin Wolf (6’4″, 235 lbs) v Diego Diaz (6’3″, 185 lbs)

For example, my first pairing for this mental exercise is the hypothetical match that really started me down this path.  Thunder’s Arena has a new stunningly handsome muscle giant by the name of Austin Wolf who grabs me with both hands and turns my crank hard! Wow, just… wow.  His dismantling of fellow Thunder’s rookie Hooper absolutely enthralls me.  It’s a catchweight scenario. Little Hoop is just fucked from the moment he walks on the mat and looks up, up, up at the bottom of Wolf’s chin towering over him.  Wolf’s look completely delights me.  A big, long, giant of a man who can pack on aesthetically luscious muscle mass is just priceless.  And that’s when it hits me.  Austin Wolf will never be fully realized in my mind until he climbs into the ring against BG East Latino beauty Diego Diaz.  I have no idea what would happen next.  Although essentially eye-to-eye, Diego is giving up a reported (but I’m skeptical) 50 pounds, though his conditioning looks far superior to Wolf’s.  I have a hunch that Austin Wolf would not be tossing around Diego like a sack of potatoes!

Archer (5’9″, 150 lbs) v Michael Vineland (??)
Another Thunder’s exclusive who demands a double-take from me everytime I run across an image of him is tatted young muscle stud, Archer.  This boy can sweat, and I could spend days studying every carved, cut muscle on his gorgeous body… with my tongue.  I swear this kid does to me what Brad Rochelle did to me the first time I saw him on the splash page of BG East.  Fun and games and fratboy hijinks will surely keep me tuning in for more of Archer at Thunders, but holy hell in a hand basket, just imagine this mouthwatering kid climbing into the Pro Sex Fight ring with Can-Am exclusive, Michael Vineland. There’s some inevitability about that match-up.  For example, at some point devastatingly handsome Archer is going to be sniffing balls with his head trapped in a long, slow face-to-crotch headscissors between Michael’s incredibly huge quads.  And there’s no way Archer won’t, at some point, be tied in the ropes in the corner and getting his sweat soaked muscles alternately stroked and pummeled, most likely with his cock and balls hanging out the front of his trunks.  And sure, someone’s getting fucked, and most likely he’ll return the favor.  But still, the journey along the way with these two would absolutely demand me pull my wallet out.
Victor Paz (6’2″, 172 lbs) v Jimmy Clay (??)
Two more brand loyalists (as far as I know, please correct me if I’m wrong!) that I’d love, love, love to see “cross-pollinate” are BG East rookie Victor Paz and Can-Am sex fighter, Jimmy Clay.  Jimmy talks a good game and has a lovely body, but he’s more pornboy than homoerotic wrestler.  That fact is precisely what makes me absolutely ache to see him step onto the mat against laser-focused MMA hardbody, Victor.  Jimmy would be all about the camera angles (which I’m not knocking him, mind you… a boy who thinks about precisely how sexy this will look on camera is golden in my book).  He might get some early offense, locking up Victor in a sloppy headlock.  But the shitstorm that would rage all over Jimmy’s fratboy porn-body for the next 45 minutes would be absolutely epic! Victor nearly took down Eli Black with legitimate skill, stamina, and strength against a wrestler who epitomizes all three of those!  Poserboy Jimmy?  Holy hell.  But if anyone could grind his ass into Victor’s crotch and get a rise out of the stunning MMA stud, I’m betting Jimmy could make a mat loss turn into a win-win-win (that last win is for me and you) scenario with Victor.
Lon Dumont (5’7″, 150 lbs) v Coupe (6’1″, 215 lbs)
BG East fixture, Lon Dumont + Thunder’s Arena goofy boy: Coupe = Match made in heaven.  Both of these hardbodied hunks are competitive bodybuilders.  They both inspire infinite wrestling fantasies that keep me sated in between actually watching their respective matches.  Lon is not a man who suffers fools lightly, and Coupe, at least in the context of Thunder’s is the classic medieval fool: jokester, self-depracating, silly, out for a laugh.  Now put these two great tastes together, preferably in the ring, and you’ve got muscle bashing beauty with stamina to keep wrestling for days and days!  While Coupe is a half a foot taller and around 65 pounds heavier than Lon, there’s no way in hell that he’s coming out with any shred of dignity left.  The relentless destruction Lon would rain down would be infinitely varied and delivered with the precision and perfection of a consummate professional.  Exactly how it would go down, I’m not sure, but I strongly suspect 2 things: Coupe tied up in the ropes and Coupe balling like a baby.
Cratos (5’9″, 200 lbs) v Kid Karisma (5’8″, 170 lbs)
My reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month, Cratos, looks incredibly familiar to me, but for the life of me I can’t place where I may have seen this hot and handsome hunk before.  So as far as I know, he qualifies as a Thunder’s exclusive and eligible for this little game I’m playing today.  What brand-loyal wrestler from another company would be my ideal to meet Cratos and do some cross-pollinating?  I can’t think of a more perfect opponent for my reigning homoerotic wrestler of the month than my reigning overall favorite homoerotic wrestler – non-pornboy, BG East’s exclusively, Kid Karisma.  I’m picturing Kid K welcoming Cratos to his first ring match.  I’m also picturing Cratos totally indignant at the raging ego and contemptuous disdain that oozes from Kid K’s every pore.  I’m also picturing this as a serious battle of muscle and determination.  Details? I have no idea, which is what makes this such a fantastically provocative pairing.  However, I have to believe, right near the end, we’d see the karismatic one’s crotch planted across Cratos lips.  Prove me wrong, Cratos.  Prove me wrong!
Tyrell Tomsen (5’11, 185 lbs) v Alexi Ivanov (6′, 170 lbs)

The final pairing that occurred to me was BG East’s resident adonis, Tyrell Tomsen, facing the Russian battleboy, Rock Hard Wrestling’s exclusive, Alexi Ivanov.  Again, both of these men rock me hard, although in different ways.  Tyrell is just a fucking god, full stop.  I think if I ever actually met this man in person, I’d melt away in a pool of mindless lust.  Alexi, on the other hand, compels me from a different angle.  He’s got a drive and personality that keep me tuning into watch him despite his lackluster performances thus far in the ring.  There’s story in his eyes that begs for more definition and attention, and putting him in the ring with the chiseled muscle god Tyrell seems to me to be a beautiful intervention to aid Alexi’s full emergence into the world of homoerotic wrestling.  Don’t even think this is anything but a rip ‘n’ strip match.  And you know that lovely, rippled, lean Alexi is going to spend hours racked across Tyrell’s thigh in an OTK backbreaker (or 20).  But possibly, just maybe, the divine beauty of Tyrell bashing him from corner to corner might just awaken within Alexi the Drago-within, because you and I also know that this kid is a genetically engineered erotic-wrestling-sleeper-cell left over from the cold war and surely and inevitably designed to go nuts all over some entirely naked muscle boy (aka, Tyrell) and own his ebony body tied up in the ropes and tortured to exquisite perfection.  I swear, that’s all inside Alexi’s hot-yet-wooden wrestling body, just waiting to explode all over Tyrell’s bulging pecs.

Who are the brand loyal battle boys you’d like to see cross-pollinate all over each other?